The Incarnations of Eos stared at the single, impossible tower rising from the boundary where reality seemed to have thinned to a dream.
Its surface was seamless pearl-white marble shot through with veins of liquid calm; each block was larger than universes, yet the whole structure tapered upward with impossible elegance, vanishing into a crown of soft, perpetual twilight.
This tower had suddenly appeared in this realm, and it was apparent it was built by hands that exceeded the scope of Primordials.
The greatest weakness of Eos and his Origin Realms was presented in full at this time. The Luminious, a race of beings that he believed to be extinct, had quietly infiltrated his domain.
However, there was nothing he could do against this breach in security; he could only work to the best of his abilities.
At this time, more of the Incarnations were reaching the level of Primordials, and more of them were reaching this place. The horde from the Blackened Scar was dangerous; they had the potential to destroy the Origin Realms, but this conflict went beyond the armies of the Ancient Primordials and reached areas that the Primordials could not yet fathom.
They were concerned about the state of the war, but what was more important to them was the evil growing in their domain. In a short while, 3,540 Ancient Primordials, all of Eos’s Incarnations, landed before the tower, and glancing at each other, the Incarnations knew that this would have to be enough.
An unknown power was watching everything happening as the massive doors at the tower’s base yawned open like the mouth of enlightenment itself, inviting yet lethal.
A faint breeze blew out of the doorway, and the Incarnations crossed the threshold; the doorway behind them vanished, and it was as if they had been transported to a different and unknown dimension.
The interior of this tower resembled a void filled with distant stars, but at its center were stairways with a helical structure that ascended endlessly into the distance.
Each stair was so vast a single Reality could be placed upon it, and alongside each stair were corridors, galleries, and chambers that spiraled ever upward in defiance of geometry.
There was an air around this tower that suggested that this was not a new structure, but was something that was older than this Existence, perhaps many Existences.
The Incarnations surged upwards, and as they walked upon each staircase, gravity shifted with each rotation they made; walls became floors, ceilings became horizons. It was as if every stair they walked upon were showing them sights of Existences beyond their own.
There was a potent danger here due to the vastness of each staircase; it was very possible for the Incarnations to become lost inside any of the staircases or be delayed.
Whatever was happening at the top, they needed to stop it, and yet they were travelling past distances that would take an average Primordial to lose hope. An average Primordial would need nearly a million years to cross a single staircase, but with so many Incarnations sharing their mind and power, they were able to cross each staircase in almost a second.
This was the reason why the Incarnations had to be the ones to deal with this problem, as none of the New Primordials at this time was able to handle this task.
They were making good time, but the stairs in front of them were so far ahead, and it was unknown what the fate of the Origin Realms they had left behind was, because the moment the doors to the tower vanished, their connection with the outside world, even to Eos himself, was cut off.
In their experience, there was only one reason that would happen, and that was they were in a place that was so distant it was impossible for the mind of Eos to touch them, and that meant this tower was situated outside of Existence.
Maybe there was a physical tower in the Origin Realm, but that tower was just a small portion of its entire self, like a doorway into the true tower that was not found inside Existence.



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